Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-06-24

Margaret's society, and she grew daily
more absorbed in the senseless thing.
1t relief did not come from some
quarter soon~ our friendship OF years
was likely to 60 to pieces.
These superhuman labors began to
tell on Margaret after g. while, and her
teacher advised her to take a few
weeks rest in the Tyrol. Igladly
agreed to accompany her, and
our preparations for the trip
We're quickly made. was Sc
cretly in raptures at the thought fof
getting rid OF my enemy, thefddle, or
q while; but, alas! was doomed to
disappointment. While arranging
our handluggage in. as compact a
form as possible I learned that the
But, Margaret, you need rest.
VINO not leave the violin here in safe
hands, and return to it refreshed?" 1
said hypocritically. II should lose in
week all have toiled for through
months" she said. with a reproach..
full glance; and / demurred no longer.
Margaret then began to solemnly
roll the instrument OF torture in a
yard OF flannel, cover it further with
my blanket and an old silk handker-
chief OF generous dimensions. draw a
green balze bag over the Respondent
mahogany case, and fastening shawl
strap round the whole, declared it
ready for it's travels.
My fears that the fiddle would be g.
marplot throughout our Journey We're
not without foundation, and | soon
realized that as q trip for rest and
recreation ours was turning out O.
failure. From the start Margaret,
bewilded and overwhelmed with ad-
monltlons every porter and railway
official who laid hold OF the baize bag
with its precious contents, watching
them with lynx eyes, and trotting
along beside any in whose glance
cleaned the unlawful fire OF covetous-
ness.
At Rosenau there was collision be-
tween the baize bag and a brass-nailed
trunk, and a hole was stove in the
side OF the former. When Margaret
found a big scratch on the manoganv
case she sat down on a truck and wept
| openly. AS we were to tarry O. few
days at Rosenau begged my compan-
ion to have a stout box OF common
wood made for the fiddle to continue
its journey in, and send the too mag
nificent receptacle back to Munich.
10 this she consented, and when we
again set forth, the precious instru-
ment reposed in a black pine box OF
gruesone shape. 1t was heavily and
and clu1nsily made, with q key as big
as Mrs. Bluebeard's; it looked very
like g. small coffin; but it was cheap
and strong enough to resist any
amount OF ill-usage.
We stopped q fortnight or more at
Haidentield, in the Southern Tyrol; a
pretty, restful nook, with deep lake
walled in by. cloud-high mountains,
half-ruined monastery, about which a
few spectral monks still lowered, and
an enticing maze OF walks through
heather fragrant pine. A place for
people not tiddle-ridden to On Joy every
moment.
Margaret was not in a mood to en-
Joy the beauties of nature. Evening
after evening sat alone in our little
balcony, watching the icy crest of the
Adlerberg flush an exquisite pink in
the setting sun, and pale again to sill
very white. longed for my friends
ear into which to pour my extrava-
CANT delight in this scene; but she was
IN the back room wrestling with a
tlagelot tone or some other intricacy
she feared might escape her.
| saw clearly that Margaret's vaca-
ton was doing her no good, and I was
for has ~,
the violin is great strain upon the
strongest nerves and Margaret had
always been rather delicate. We had
both fallen under g. baleful, uncanny
influence, and ! devoutly wished that
Professor Mohr and Herr Bratwurst
might have played golden harps in
heaven before flashing Margaret into
this fiddle frenzy.
While my rival absorbed the great
err part OF Margaret's time, / was
forced to shift for myself and make
the most OF whatever amusement fell
in my way. A good-looking young
fellow, with curly black hair standing
straight up from his forehead, and the
nlerriest blue eyes I ever saw, seemed
to underst and my hard lot, and did
his best to ameliorate it.
Our acquaintance began by my in
advertently stepping on him as he lay
hall asleep in the shadow Of some
hawthorn bushes. His name was
Herbert Stacy. Hewas studying sculp-
ture, and he, too, was taking a hoIi-
day rest in the Tyrol. We happened
to have some friends in common, so
our acquaintance was quite proper,
and must confess that after it began
| felt q little less preyed upon by the
violin.
Margaret smiled benignly enough
on our incipient Irritation, but her
thoughts scared above us, and she
let let us take frequent rambles alone.
l knew that the Hadiensee was
beautiful. intense blue, and that the
rhododendron covered the hard cheeks
OF the mountains with g. rich, lovely
blush, but did not seem half to ap-
preciate these glories till Mr. Stacy
pointed them out to me.
One day he told ma with evident
regret, that he was obliged to sets ,out
far Venice the next day, Queen Mar
gherita's birthday was approaching.
There was to be a fete OF unusual
magnlficence on the Grand canal, and
Mr.. Stacy had promised some rela-
tives OF his to be with them during
this celebration. It was an odd fancy,
going to Venice in the summer, but
the Journey was not very long, and
their stay would be OF brief duration.
So our little idyl was to end abrupt
ly, and I should be left alone again.
We had quite an affecting parting;
Mr.. Stacy kissed my hand very ten
derby, in continental fashion which I
liked very much. We exchanged souve-
Mrs. I gave him q coin from my
bangle, and he presented me with u
hollywood bear supporting a Their